Then he left.
I unzipped it slowly.
There was no money.
No jewelry.
No complicated legal documents.
Only envelopes.
Dozens of them.
Each one was labeled with the name of an ordinary place.
Bus Stop.
Grocery Store.
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Then he left.
I unzipped it slowly.
There was no money.
No jewelry.
No complicated legal documents.
Only envelopes.
Dozens of them.
Each one was labeled with the name of an ordinary place.
Bus Stop.
Grocery Store.
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